I shrugged and apologised all the while thinking about my next move. I turned to hubby and asked if he wanted to move closer to the stage for a few so...gs. Without really getting an answer I grabbed his hand guided him towards the stage. I stopped right in front of Cody pretending to not notice him. We were dancing away, well as much as possible with zero personal space, when I felt a hand on my ass. Hubby was focused on the band and I positioned myself next to him but slightly behind him. “Biscuits and gravy,” she said. “With eggs and sausage?” “No, I’m sorry. We’re out of eggs.” “How can we have biscuits and gravy without eggs?” questioned Keifer. “I’d offer to run to the store,” said Stevie, “but I don’t have my car, remember?” “Right,” snapped Keifer. “I’ll go.” Keifer dashed into the bedroom and got dressed as Lydia poured herself and Stevie some coffee. “Thank you,” said Stevie. “Do we need anything else?” growled Keifer. “No,” said Lydia. “Unless you want some juice.” “I’d. Right at your spot… where the shoulder, meets your spine. You can’t contain the shudder when you feel his finger nail, softly scrape against it. “Are you read for a fun night, my little whore?” He whispers into your ear. All you can do is moan in response, as your juices are now freely dripping down you thighs. He smiles as his hands return to the straps of your dress, gripping them and sliding them down your shoulders, pulling it down to just below your round breasts, freeing them but. The difference in weight was noticeable. Then he got out this brownish colored felt tip pen and swiped it across a real bill, then a counterfeit one.I’d seen tellers do that in the bank sometimes and discovered the reason why. When he swiped it across the counterfeit bill, it turned purple! He explained that was because only ‘rag paper’ wouldn’t cause the chemical in the pen to do that.The bottom two layers we discovered was all counterfeit. Much as I had feared.Jeff also showed us, as he.